Chapter 2 is up! I don't own anything expect my OC characters. Enjoy!

A New Revolution

A Resident Evil and OC Story

By SamuraiWriter

Chapter 2: Albert Wesker

Sophie had spent a total of 15 minutes getting familiar with her weapons and some examples of what the criminal life would be like. Only 15 minutes. Sophie knew that wasn't enough time, but she also knew that time was of essence. The worst part was; she was all by herself.

Thanks to Barry, Sophie was provided with enough information about Albert Wesker. The man was the head of UMBRELLA, a huge criminal organization that associated with many things, ranging from drugs, smuggling, guns-for-hire, assassinations, etc. All Sophie had to do for this mission was to find the whereabouts Xavier.

Sophie sat in the backseat of her car, legs perched up on the seat together. She gazed at each form and kind gun that rested in their cases on the floor. Sheva had supplied her with Twin Desert Eagles, a M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle with a strap to go with it, a Beretta 92, a .45 Caliber pistol, and a year's worth of ammo. Sophie didn't know how to use this tools that were distributed to her, and honestly, she didn't want to use them. Sophie didn't want to kill anyone, let alone harm them.

Sophie released a sigh from her lips. 'Sitting here isn't going to do anything.' she thought.

With one last sigh, Sophie closed the cases and exited out of the back seat and to the driver's seat. After securing herself within the seatbelt, Sophie started the car and allowed it to let out its satisfying motor groan. She pulled out of her parking space and onto the road. There were not that many cars on the road, which was good for Sophie. She didn't want anyone looking into her car and accidentally spotting her weaponry.

When the young woman reached a red light, she took the time to look at her car clock. The numbers were in the form of 5:00, with a PM placed right next to it.

Sophie forced her eyes close and sighed once more. 'I've always hated Mondays.' With that final thought, the light evolved into a green color, signaling all cars to start up once more.

'This is the place?' Sophie asked herself.

Sophie was standing in front of an old warehouse that looked like a battle had just taken place there. There was a foul odor all around the place, which meant that it smelled worse inside. There were rusted stains all over the warehouse, and a few holes were displayed as well. There was noise coming from inside the place, mostly sounding like men.

'I didn't even change out of my clothes.' Sophie thought. But changing clothes were no the important thing at that moment. Sophie was about to enter a dangerous territory, a territory that only her brother could relate to.

Sophie grabbed the cases of firearms and wrapped the rifle around her. It was covered with a white cloth so she could hide it from them when the time was right. Stealing a breath of air, Sophie forced her feet to move forward and towards the entrance. She placed one case down to knock on the door, only to regain her grip again.

After a few seconds, Sophie's ears picked up nothing but footsteps moving towards the door. Her heart pounded with anticipation and she prayed that she would make it out alright…which wasn't really a possibility.

"Who is it?" came a gruff voice.

Sophie panicked. What was she going to tell him? She couldn't just tell him her identity, or they'll possibly jump her. Perhaps she could use Barry's cover-up…

"Uh, the 'Link of Cell Phones' would like to present you a great offer!" Sophie said, trying hard to make her voice sound chipper.

"We don't want ya' service. Leave." replied the gruff voice.

"But sir," Sophie pleaded. "I really think you-"

The sound of the warehouse doors opening cut her off. Behind the door revealed a bald, muscular Caucasian man. He wore a white wife beater and blue jeans with white tennis shoes. His left arm was illustrated with a tattoo of a bleeding heart. His blue eyes gave Sophie a mean look.

"The boss said you can come in. But don't you dare mess with anything." the tattooed man said.

Sophie nodded furiously and stepped pass the man and into the warehouse. She was greeted with deadly stares, just like she imagined. It would appear that everyone was busy with something, but cloths covered up most of the evidence. Sophie heard the tattooed man close the doors, and then saw him walk over to his boss.

The boss had light brown eyes, tan skin, and black hair that was brushed back. He wore a black suit with a white buttoned shirt visible. In his breast pocket was a red handkerchief, and his left hand contained a glass of red wine.

"You hear for cell phones, eh? Mine needs a little work." the boss said, his voice equivalent to that of a Hispanic.

Sophie nodded and placed her cases down on the floor. The men looked at them with curiosity. She took off her M1918 Browning Automatic Rifle and began to unwrap it slowly. Meanwhile, the Hispanic boss passed his cell phone to one of his lackeys.

"Here." the servant said, directed the cell phone to Sophie.

'Three…'

Sophie lifted the weapon with all of her strength. The gangsters looked a bit confused by the actions of the woman.

'Two…'

Sophie gain a grip on a the white cloth. The Hispanic boss straightened himself in his chair and gazed at the woman with his light brown eyes.

'One…'

"Where's Xavier!!" Sophie yelled. She threw the white cloth to the side to reveal the rifle. At the sight of it, the men reacted by pulling out their own weapons. The Hispanic boss panicked and his subordinates covered him.

"Kill that bitch!" he yelled, his thick Hispanic accent reaching to great heights.

At the sound of their boss's command, they all charged for her. In response, Sophie began to shoot back. She grabbed both cases with her other free hand and ran behind a nearby stack of crates. She placed the cases down next to her, and began to shoot back.

So far, numerous men went down by a single gunshot to vital point in their bodies. However, many more stood in their place. The boss leader ran to the back door with a few of his subordinates following him… much to his chagrin.

"What the hell are you doing?! Get out there and fight!" her ordered. His order gained scared looks from his lackeys. But the boss's count look made them flee and start shooting at Sophie.

Sophie thought she was doing quite well for someone who hadn't had much, to any, training. Her nose picked up the stench of fresh blood from the wounded and dead men. Pools of blood formed around their bodies, and some even got close to Sophie, which made her cringe up a bit.

'Oh my.' Sophie thought. Soon, her fear digested within her when a gunshot came close to her face. In response, Sophie revealed herself and began shooting back from behind the crates.

In the mix of all the gunfire, the boss was wounded in the ankle. He let out a cry for help, which distracted his subordinates for a second. Unfortunately, their carelessness earned them a spot in the next life, as a bullet pierced the heads of a few shooters. So far, only 6 shooters were left.

One had the bravery to run in the middle of gunfire and retrieve a grenade that he knew would surely kill Sophie. Removing the safety pin, he threw it in Sophie's direction, which landed right by Sophie's position.

"Oh no!" Sophie yelled. She grabbed her rifle and her cases and ran towards another direction, despite the shots being fired at her.

An extremely loud 'Boom' was heard throughout the area. Part of the warehouse blew up and was engulfed in flames A huge gap was created in the front of the warehouse, revealing much of the activity that was going on there. Luckily, Sophie made it out of the commotion before she could get hit. However, she realized that she ran out of bullets when she tried to release one from the rifle. Though, Sophie thought it would be a good time to change guns.

Sophie placed her rifle aside and exchanged it for her Twin Desert Eagles. Inserting each with magazines, Sophie entered the destroyed and partly flaming warehouse. The gangsters that were once in the warehouse were either dead from the impact, or too mortally wounded to get up.

The Hispanic boss leader was terrified at the mess, and was terrified at the sight of his lackeys' blood splattered across the floor. His limo was at the back of the warehouse, which was half destroyed from the impact of the grenade. His suit was damaged as well, as it displayed burnt marks from the flames and torn pieces of fabric.

"No…no.." he muttered. He looked to his side and saw Sophie carrying her twin Desert Eagles, an angry expression on her face.

"You crazy, bitch! You crazy!" the boss yelled at her. When he opened his mouth to let out more yells, his eyes caught onto a strange figure standing many feet away from him and Sophie. The Hispanic's eyes widened and his feet forced him backwards.

"Wes-"

A gunshot was heard, which made Sophie stop in her tracks. She blinked and took a glance at each gun. She didn't make the shot, so who did? Sophie saw that the once trembling man was now dead, with blooding escaping a hole that was created in between his eyes. He finally rested on the ground motionless, his breathing ending for good.

Sophie turned around to see the perpetrator of his death. When Sophie saw the man, her heart seemed to have stopped. Her eyes widened just like the boss's did a minute ago.

It was a Caucasian man with blond hair that stood up a bit. He was concealed with black clothing, complete with black pants, a black short-sleeved shirt, and black dress shoes. His eyes were concealed under black glasses, and his gloved fingers wrapped around a revolver, with smoke still flying out of it from the bullet.

Sophie's lips began to part, as she whispered a name that would be stuck in her vocabulary for quite a while. "Albert Wesker…"

Though Sophie couldn't see it, Wesker showed a smirk on his lips and turned around to re-enter his limo. Someone closed the car door and walked over to the driver's side.

The limo started up, which forced Sophie to try to catch. As the limo drove off, Sophie shot at it with numerous bullets, all tries to no avail. Sophie ran into the middle of the road still shooting, but by the time she ran out of bullets, Wesker was gone.

Sophie lowered her guns and sighed. Her first look at Albert Wesker, and he looked just the way Barry described him. Sophie knew this was a sign; she had to move fast. Nothing could stop her from rescuing her brother. Nothing.

The afternoon soon fell, coloring the once blue sky with a bright orange. BSAA officers were having a meeting like they would normally do.

"We have more information on Albert Wesker." the stocky chief said. "It seems that he is creating this new drug, but we just don't know the name of it yet."

In the mix of the officers sitting down, two were secretly exchanging conversation. Leon S. Kennedy, a cop for a total of 2 years. His platinum blond hair was styled to the side, covering one of his blue eyes. He wore an all black BSAA uniform with a gun planted in his holster. He sat in the chair with his arms resting on the table.

The other was Chris Redfield, who has been a cop for 3 years. He had brown hair which shared a similar hairstyle to that of Brad Pitt(Think back to Mr. and Mrs. Smith..). His muscles shared their glory through his short-sleeved, green BSAA uniform, as if he had just taken a shot of steroids. He stole glances at Leon with his brown eyes, as he calmly sat in the chair next to him in a similar fashion.

"Please, Jill would not be interested in you." Chris said.

"Hm? Jealous?" Leon joked. Chris rolled his eyes in response.

"There also seems to be someone else involved." the chief's voice boomed up. With the press of a button, the picture of Sophie appeared. The picture was taken from her teaching application. "For some reason, Sophie Watkins has been wrapped up into this."

Chris and Leon stopped talking and examined her picture. Chris took extra details into his examination, as he thought she was kinda cute.

"For the next two months, we are going to investigate this woman and Albert Wesker. If you men happen to come across Sophie Watkins, arrest her on sight. Is that clear?" the chief's voice rang.

"Yes Sir!" the men answered.

Chris squinted his eyes and looked at the image of Sophie more. "Sophie.."

Being in the middle of nowhere with a burning warehouse isn't easy…..

…especially if you can't get home….

"Who slashed my tires?!" Sophie's cried out.

End of Chapter 2

Finally, this chapter is finished. I hope you all enjoyed it!

P.S. I freakin' hate school right now. The first week of school is never easy. The teachers are always trying to get on your bad side.

P.S.S. If you are wondering where the whole shootout took place, it took place an extremely quiet place out of the city, where there are no other buildings or houses. Also, Azumanga Rain is being placed on hiatus until I can get my thoughts together. That's all! Thank you!